I had one of those nights last night – brain reeling out of control like Lorelai Gilmore:
…My brain is a wild jungle full of scary gibberish: “I’m writing a letter. I can’t write a letter. Why can’t I write a letter? I’m wearing a green dress. I wish I was wearing my blue dress. My blue dress is at the cleaners. ‘The Germans wore gray. You wore blue. ‘Casablanca’. ‘Casablanca’ is such a good movie. ‘Casablanca.’ The White House. Bush. Why don’t I drive a hybrid car? I should drive a hybrid car. I should really take my bicycle to work. Bicycle. Unicycle. Unitard. Hockey puck. Rattlesnake. Monkey, monkey, underpants.
I really think I had that conversation in my head last night.
So it was listening to music and tagging my MP3 collection – the only thing I’m obsessive about – until 3:15 a.m., when I finally found myself in a zombie-like trance.
I’m paying for it today, and as I guzzle coffee in the hopes that it somehow will replace four hours of sleep, I name “Insomniac” by billy pilgrim as my song of the day. billy pilgrim, an Atlanta band composed of Andrew Hyra and Kristian Bush, played quite frequently at the local hangout, Eddie’s Attic, and I saw them quite a bit. As close to an acoustic-based anthem as you can get, it was a song that I quickly worked into my repertoire when playing guitar.
I tried to find an mp3 or video online, but the only thing I could find were several a cappella versions. Apparently, it’s become a staple of men’s barbershop/vocal groups. It’s not bad, but weird.
Sigh. An old favorite has become a vocal standard, and Kristian Bush is now wearing a cowboy hat and yodeling in the hip country band Sugarland. Andrew Hyra has recently started playing music again and has left Atlanta. And I hope I can get some sleep tonight.